Once again, you get to be the Qintar for your birthday, or Komrade Metal if you'd rather go back to your KGB roots.
Tough choice, I once was qintar, all i did was safe few hippies, nothing good came out of that... But to be the Komrade Metal is to risk eating some bad sushi. I wish to live.
Tough choice indeed, do i save myself from eating bad sushi or do i safe humanity by not saving hippies...
